By Winnie Hulme
I’ll never forget the first time I walked under the live-oak canopy at Cumberland Island’s Sea Camp. It was my first visit to the island, and we had just finished exploring the ruins at Dungeness and walking up the beautiful, deserted, wind-swept beach. As we came in off the beach and entered Sea Camp, the canopy of gracefully twisting, sheltering branches made me feel It like I’d been transported to some magical fantasyland. The way the light filtered through the leaves overhead, highlighting the soft, gently swaying Spanish moss and the sharp green palmettos was simply enchanting. I vowed then and there that I would return as many times as possible. I’m still working on fulfilling that vow.
- Winnie Hulme volunteers for the Georgia Conservancy.
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